Lana and Thredson

Baby Girl

Lana; I couldn't sleep last night, knowing that I actually might be falling in love with a serial killer rapist. It was so frustrating, knowing all the things he's done to me, but still having this romantic attraction to him. I felt disgusted.

Thredson; I couldn't sleep last night, thinking about weather Lana actually loved me, or it was all an act. I know i'm hot, but i'm a fucking serial killer. No one could ever love or adore me, but I need that. When I first captured Lana about a decade ago, I was going to  to do my regular procedure. Knock out, rape, torture, murder, but Lana was too different to be treated the same. 

9:34 Am

Threadson; I walked into the kitchen, tired eyed and looking like shit. When I saw Lana in a pair of lace underwear, a white bra, and a white robe. She was so raw, but yet so beautiful.

Lana; "Hey baby." I said smiling and winking at Oliver, I tried to convince myself I was doing this to sneak out and get the hell outta here, but maybe I actually do have feelings for him. L-love maybe?

Thredson; "Good morning Darling." I said surprised of Lana's good nature. She was cooking eggs and toast. I mean what did I except, i've never had a slave make me breakfast before. She turned off the stove, while I kissed her on the cheek. We grabbed plates, and ate on the dinner table.

Lana; It was silent, but not awkward silence. I felt safe, safe around a serial killer? ironic right? It was just something about him, me seeing his nice humane side was just so comforting.

Thredson; It was going great, everything was just great. I never thought i'd ever feel this type of way again. Comfortable, in my own skin. The problem with me is that I'd always used to let other people be my happiness, that's where i'd always go wrong. When they left, I just felt so empty, I don't feel empty with Lana. I feel like I have a purpose.